At 4 am today, the Pagoda woke me up. I was technically awoken at 3:40 by an unstoppable mosquito itch, and at 4 am on the dot, as the itch subsided (finally), the monks began. They chant and ring bells and “sing” and make noise. At 4 am. So, sleep was not easily found over the next two hours. 6 am- wake up (still very tired). As I grumpily walked outside to check what today looks like, I was greeted by a glorious sunrise, reminding me of how freaking cool life is. Yes, monks woke me up at the break of dawn. BUT- monks woke me up, in Asia, in a village in Cambodia. Monks woke me up today? Regardless of the need for sleep, there is no denying how cool that is. There is no denying that the sunrise this morning, while the monks chanted in the background, was pretty dang awesome.
I chopped up some ginger, poured hot water on top, and sat outside wrapped in my sleeping bag, drinking tea and reading from 6-7. Then, I stretched and did some yoga. I meditated for as long as my easily-distracted mind would let me. At 8, I headed off to class to be greeted by the ever-happy-always-smiling faces of our wonderful boys. (or men I suppose? I always forget they are technically older than me). After class they asked if they could come over for an extra English lesson again today. While I selfishly wanted to go back to my porch to read and nap, I couldn’t say no to their eager faces.
When they came over in the afternoon, I had a surprise set up for them. I laid out my sleeping bag, blankets, and pillows. I borrowed some books from the school “library” and set up snacks on some plates. I asked Monita, one of the most advanced students, to come over as well. The boys piled onto the porch and cuddled up, snacking and listening to me read the ever-awesome Dr. Seuss. Monita translated the English words into Khmer. It was beyond enjoyable spending time with them in a relaxed setting, teaching them comfortably outside my home. I will miss these students dearly when we leave.